Patients statistics on Depression side effect for Propecia

Belong to the kind of consumers who brought the here evaluated drug finasteride from my voluntary service in the States directly to a day clinic for depression. Due to gloomy genetic-family prospects, as far as the continued existence of my mane was concerned, in February 2013 I had just prescribe that drug from a urologist. After a brief briefing on the possible side effects of losing libido and reducing my ejaculate, I triumphantly held a box of the preparation in my hand. No word about possible severe psychosomatic consequences. In the following months, I was sometimes more, sometimes less afflicted by severe mood swings, which expressed themselves in sadness attacks and flanked by fatigue. Likewise, there was a reduction in my libido. But the hope of eternal hair made me blind to these warnings, especially since in my naivete causality was not in the least conscious. Rather, I was inclined to project emotional imbalances on all possible, sometimes more, sometimes less potentially burdening contradictions in me or external events (unexplained sexual identity, unsatisfactory work in the project, no German comparable term in English, etc). After I had rocked my high school diploma, I entered my planned one-year stay in the States, which came to a sudden end after half a year. Shortly after my arrival, the already mentioned symptoms increased and culminated in deep, debilitating sadness, profound apathy and maximum agitation. It came to the day when it overwhelmed me to perform most natural tasks (such as brushing, feeding, dressing). My parents finally guided me in my distress with great effort home, where only the medical side, after a spit route from psychiatrists to endocrinologists, the final diagnosis was made, PFS, severe endogenous depressive episode. After discontinuation of the drug, my mental state consolidated within three weeks. The fact that this consolidation in such a short time is not mandatory, as shown by the case of a young American, who after the discontinuation of finasteride for a long time continued to suffer from severe depression and finally saw no choice but to escape his earthly torments. Ironically, the only thing I got into the row during that time, even at the darkest hour, was to eat the pretty finasteride tablets. Added to this is that my family line has no dispositions regarding depression. I do not want to approach those people who demonize or praise this drug per se per se, and it seems questionable to me here, because of this strong unbalance and polarization of the ratings, if all the reviews come from actual users. Nevertheless one should inform oneself about the potentially possible side effects exactly, so that one can react immediately with occurring side effects or is only able to recognize them. Each individual brings with it a different constitution, which is why a generalization prohibits. People who are already traveling with a low level of DHT anyway, keep your fingers away! It can be assumed that only a fraction of those who have undergone similar experiences as I have commented on the Internet at all. Leaving alone on the Internet, mostly launched by pharmaceutical companies pseudo-studies and experts (Prof. Dr. Wolf / Dr C. Kunte or other purchased expertise), I consider as highly negligent. It is particularly dangerous there, where economic interests and supposed expert advice mix. The period of six months of tormenting blackness has retrospectively brought me closer to my family, revealing personal priorities, and today, with unparalleled freedom, strength, and balance, lets me look at many things that might have thrown me off track earlier , It has always been clear to me that life is not always nice, but I have always believed that it was worth fighting for. This belief is even more valid for me today. But I do not know if I would still be in this world today and write these lines if this fight had taken more than 7 months to answer

Belong to the kind of consumers who brought the here evaluated drug finasteride from my voluntary service in the States directly to a day clinic for depression. Due to gloomy genetic-family prospects, as far as the continued existence of my mane was concerned, in February 2013 I had just prescribe that drug from a urologist. After a brief briefing on the possible side effects of losing libido and reducing my ejaculate, I triumphantly held a box of the preparation in my hand. No word about possible severe psychosomatic consequences. In the following months I was sometimes more, sometimes less afflicted by severe mood swings, expressed sadness attacks and flanked by strong exhaustion. Likewise, a reduction in my libido occurred. However, the hope of eternal hair left me blind to these warning signs, especially since in my naivety, causality was not in the least conscious of me. Rather, I was inclined to project emotional imbalances on all possible, sometimes more, sometimes less potentially burdening contradictions in me or external events (unexplained sexual identity, unsatisfactory work in the project, no German comparable term in English, etc). After I had rocked my high school diploma, I entered my planned one-year stay in the States, which came to a sudden end after half a year. Shortly after my arrival, the already mentioned symptoms increased and culminated in deep, debilitating sadness, profound apathy and maximum agitation. It came to the day when it overwhelmed me to perform most natural tasks (eg, brushing teeth, food intake, dressing). In the end, my parents, in my distress, guided me home with great effort, where the final diagnosis was made by a physician, after a spit route between psychiatrists and endocrinologists, PFS, a severe endogenous depressive episode. After discontinuation of the drug, my mental state became solid within three weeks. The fact that this consolidation in such a short time is not mandatory, as shown by the case of a young American, who after the discontinuation of finasteride for a long time continued to suffer from severe depression and finally saw no choice but to escape his earthly torment (Youtube). Thousands of other victims who organize themselves online in the forum speak volumes. Ironically, the only thing I got into the row during that time, even at the darkest hour, was to eat the pretty finasteride tablets. Added to this is that my family line has no dispositions regarding depression. I do not want to join those people who demonize or praise this drug per se per se, and because of this strong imbalance and polarization of ratings, I doubt whether all the reviews come from actual users. Nevertheless one should inform oneself about the potentially possible side effects exactly, so that one can react immediately with occurring side effects or is only able to recognize them. Each individual brings with it a different constitution, which is why a generalization is forbidden. People who are already traveling with a low level of DHT anyway, keep your fingers away! It can be assumed that only a fraction of those who have undergone similar experiences as I have commented on the Internet at all. To rely solely on pseudo-studies and experts (Prof. Dr. Wolf / Dr C. Kunte or other acquired expertise), which were launched mostly by pharmaceutical companies, I regard as highly negligent. It is particularly dangerous there, where economic interests and supposed expert advice mix. The period of six months of tormenting blackness has retrospectively brought me closer to my family, revealing personal priorities, and today, with unparalleled freedom, strength, and balance, lets me look at many things that might have thrown me off track earlier , It has always been clear to me that life is not always beautiful, just as I always thought it was worth fighting for this life. This belief is even more valid for me today. But I do not know if I would still be in this world today and write these lines if that fight had lasted more than 7 months

About 2 years ago, I experienced the total collapse. It started a sudden heart attack and I got extreme panic attacks. The doctor diagnosed a nervous breakdown, although there was absolutely no reason for it. In the following years, I got depression, muscle tremors, joint pain, chronic fatigue, sleep disorders and memory loss. I fight through every new day and there is no improvement in sight. I can only strongly advise everyone against this devil drug.